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Oscar Night Drinking Game: During the Show Version

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During the Oscars take a drink each time:

Someone thanks their parents.

Billy Crystal sings.

Each time the camera cuts to George Clooney.

Every time the band tries to cut off someone’s speech.

Someone cries.

If Meryl Streep wins Best Actress and does her best ”Taylor Swift surprised” face.

Someone says, “I couldn’t have done this without ….”

Each time Uggie the dog appears, both on the stage, or on the screen.

Each time someone mentions that if “The Artist” wins Best Picture, it will be the first silent film to receive the award since 1929.

Each time “The Artist” doesn’t win the award in a category it’s nominated for.

Each time a winner uses their speech time as a political platform.

Each time someone mentions that Woody Allen never shows up to award shows.

Each time Billy Crystal seems as bored as James Franco was last year.

Each time someone at your Oscar party comments on how they thought “Hugo” was an animated film.

Each time someone at your Oscar party laments the fact that Ryan Gosling was snubbed.

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